She spoke with a sudden change of voice.
"Then, as the train doesn't hold pleasant memories for either of us, let's forget it," she suggested gently.
"Do you know what that implies ?" he asked.

"It implies that you are willing to be friends.

Do you mean that ?"--incisively.
She nodded silently, not trusting herself to speak.
"Thank you," he said curtly, and then Audrey Maynard's gay voice broke across the tension of the moment.
"Mr.Trent, I simply cannot allow Sara to monopolize you any longer.

Now that we _have_ succeeded in dragging the hermit out of his shell, we all want a share of his society, please." Trent turned instantly, and Sara slipped across the room and took the place Audrey had vacated by Miles's couch.

He greeted her coming with a smile, but there were shadows of fatigue beneath his eyes, and his lips were rather white and drawn-looking.
"This is a lazy way to receive visitors, isn't it ?" he said apologetically.